Chapter 1715: NO.329: Solitary Broken Cell

NO. 329: Solitary Broken Cell

Good morning, brother, did you sleep well?

Not bad.

You're lying—I just saw you stretch; you look a bit tired, you must have stayed up late writing the plan for everyone.

The last adjustment was three days ago, which is fine.

Eh~ brother is…

How's Kalian doing?

Kalian? Kalian's fine.

Is that so? Then Kalian really needs to pay more attention.

Riddles are boring, brother.

You must hold onto your original heart, and protect what you originally possessed, Kalian.

Eh?

——

Although a cute and playful little sister greeted him early in the morning, Aomo's mood hadn't improved at all. This wasn't because her first question got stuck on a topic unsuitable for minors, but because the terminal had already received a notification from a witch beast that someone had invaded his bedroom.

The top‑tier hotel's security measures are in place; each room has a dedicated AI assistant looking after it, and it can also give digital beasts a place to stay. At the same time, the digital beasts can substitute for the AI assistant, making gestures directly from the screen when your phone blocks unmarked messages, constructing a chat box.

If you still can't see it, it will directly reach out from the screen and poke you. jpg

In the surveillance footage brought by the witch beast, the two people who invaded his room were clearly well‑prepared. They first scrambled the system, then cut the power, and within the few seconds before the backup power kicked in, they covered the camera that only pops out when the owner registers an outing with freshly shot fake footage.

That's somewhat professional.

Unfortunately, even that level of professionalism couldn't stop the digital beast that had used code‑magic, crouched in the corner, from filming the whole thing.

At the same time, the demon person felt a small relief, relieved that he hadn't followed Qian's advice to book a super‑large room at the start, but instead let his girlfriends team up to choose double or triple rooms—and he had spent most of the previous night in other people's rooms.

Even without needing to clear personnel with sparks, his own bedroom was very clean, the air fresh, with no inconvenience whatsoever.

But having said that, if he had originally booked the super‑large bed room, perhaps those two wouldn't have dared to sneak in like that.

Otherwise, walking in would have meant bumping into the other people in the room—how awkward……

As for those two finally pouring the mixed liquid into the room's tea, good grief—that's basically the trainer secretly drugging them.

Although such things were not uncommon in the past activity rooms, presenting a visibly problematic liquid when serving tea and the feeling of seeing the incriminating recording now are worlds apart—so much so that it made Aomo unusually consider directly exposing and educating them.

No matter how you say it, this method is just too awful.

Past occurrences can't be considered a valid reason; in fact, if it had always been like this, education would be all the more necessary—you can't keep doing this, forming a habit is not good.

So, how should we educate, what should we say?

While thinking, he chatted briefly with the sister who was clearly an accomplice, then parted ways and headed toward his own bedroom following the pace some people expected.

And that sister, who had just been cute and playful, after parting hadn't gone far before she was met with a silent stare from her roommate blocking the way.

Honestly, it feels quite oppressive.

But unfortunately, although this place is not far from the hotel entrance, it is also within the beach area.

So everyone is wearing swimwear.

Whether it's the noticeable development among middle schoolers or the sturdy, ample curves that exceed those of peers their age, this confrontation is overly eye‑catching; if it weren't for the local prices acting as a barrier that greatly limits the frivolous tourists, someone would surely have come over to hit on them right now.

But in front of the guards specially prepared for the training horse girls, this is not worth mentioning.

Those guards can even read the air, coming over from afar to ask if help is needed.

After all, in their information, Aimu Zhiji is an important horse girl who recently won the Gaoyue Prize, whereas by comparison, the selfie angel with a million followers on Umastagram is merely a cute big‑V, not on their radar.

If a conflict arises between the two sides, they will prioritize helping the former.

"No, thanks, she's my roommate; this is a private matter we're handling ourselves."

But that polite yet aloof athlete said that, and after a few people exchanged glances, they could only comply and distance themselves.

Leaving that pair of roommates who glanced at each other again, they stepped forward after a brief exchange.

Change of place.

"Right here."

Away from the hotel's west‑side beach, along the shore there were already rows of reefs, and the one who led Zhenjiling here, stepping into the ankle‑deep seawater, was Aimu Zhiji, who indeed stopped and turned back at this spot.

Gazing at the middle‑school roommate whose smile remained sweet and cute, he also took in the reef backdrop behind her that could block most visitors.

This is enough; this place is very suitable for discussing topics that might draw attention to each other.

After glancing back once, Zhenjiling, who also seemed aware of this, turned around again with the same steady composure, not at all like a child.

She even playfully blinked and said, "Why are you still so serious? Aizhi sister."

"Kalian, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Facing that gaze, Aimu Zhiji's calm tone already carried a hint of anger.

"Huh? Aizhi sister, what are you saying? I don't really understand."

"Enough, is it really necessary to keep pretending ignorance? Adding the cut‑off topic in the group, this is already our third discussion; I don't want Qianming senior to hear more—she's always felt like a trainer to me."

"If that's the case…" Zhenjiling was about to continue, but was cut off by the other party speaking faster.

"If that's the case, I should stop you even more—you can't keep making mistakes, Kalian."

Watching the other's smile gradually fade, Aimu Zhiji calmly said, "You're not a horse girl under the trainer, yet you mix in with us pretending to be similarly hurt by the trainer, stirring up trouble and spreading rumors; once everyone knows this, your situation will only get worse."

"No, maybe Suzi, who's working with you, has already noticed; she might even be taking advantage of you, and quite highly so."

"But how can you assume I haven't been hurt by the trainer, Aizhi sister?" the gray‑haired little girl asked softly.

"... Could it be…"

"Moreover, do you really think the brother's actions are right? Or are you just afraid to resist, and don't want to see me resist?"

"You…" Aimu Zhiji frowned slightly, then suddenly relaxed, her tone urgent: "How could you say that about sister! She's always been worried about your situation!"

Ah, is it Aizhi's real younger sister? After all this time, is this our first time talking like this?

Before, you weren't this over the top; how could I say that about you?

Excessive, right? I did take advantage of everyone's situation; who made me just a middle schooler? I not only lack the qualifications to sign a contract with my brother, but my brother has already drained his energy for you all—perhaps he won't sign a new horse girl for at least two years.

You're just because of this...

Just because of this? Do you know what situation we're in now? Little sister-san, and Aizhi, can you hear me? You clearly also like your brother but never dare to express it—think about it!

"Think about how long you've known him," Zhenjiling smiled again, that smile still cute, but compared to the previous little devil look, it approached a true devil. "Think about how, over this time, you've watched helplessly as the people around him increase, while you just watch like that?"

Waiting without doing anything? Can waiting yield results? Will it be the result you want?

How many women do you think can stand beside him? Do you think he will endlessly accept more women?

"That..." The little sister-san, manifested on Aizhi's body, seemed frightened by the other's aura and froze, while the frowning Aizhi simply snatched the controller again, "So what?"

She remained calm, but facing this calm, Zhenjiling glared over, showing an anger never shown to this roommate—or rather, never seen by anyone.

The space beside him is limited! Every minute and second you wait, someone could take the spot—and you still say 'so what?!'

Ah, of course, you might have a chance to wait for it—he promised a year, right? According to your saying, maybe you're lucky enough to grab the last spot, Aizhi.

What about me?

……

Looking at this strange roommate, Aimu Zhiji fell into silence.

My brother will watch over you; you are his horse girls, he does his best for you, even if it means angering you to guarantee your training condition, he wants you all to bloom with your rightful brilliance—I know this very well! Even clearer than some of you! But can he pay a little more attention to me?

Karen, you're just in middle school…

I've been in middle school and already can't see the future—or rather I've already seen the future—the space beside my brother keeps shrinking, to the point there's no room for my future self; what do you think I'll do? And are you still the one who can help me, support me, Aizhi?

I……

I just know, everyone only thinks of themselves, me too, but you all have opportunities—what do I have?

No… I… my sister is just dazed by your series of remarks; can you at least stop immersing yourself in your own world and talking to yourself?

What? Now it's Zhenjiling's turn to be stunned.

If you have a problem, just ask directly; if you have a difficulty, let's think of a solution together! Sis is now full of thoughts about you; I actually want to ask you, for all those remarks that hurt her, did you ever think about her?

…I……

…Let's talk about it later.

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That suddenly, from the shadow at the edge of the reef, turned into an actual black-clad victory outfit covering the swimwear, as if a Chazuo cosplaying as Black Rock Shooter walked out, raising the phone in hand.

What's wrong? At this time, Aizhi still regained the controller and reacted quickly, taking her phone to look closely.

【Ailisuzhi: Great! Mission accomplished! Next, everyone will witness that it will become a new version of Tunshu Jun!】

【Tianlangxing Xiangzheng: So what form will it actually be? How long are you going to hide it from your partners?! Don't keep us in suspense!】

【Ailisuzhi: Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!

Please look next——】

【Meipubopang: 【Picture】, is this like this?】

Shrinking potion? The discrepancy with old records is very low, hard to understand the suspense setup motive.

【Ailisuzhi: What the heck?!】